Stone Circle Why should I worry?

She wasn't acting hurt. Murdock watched with trepidation as she quickly consumed her own half of the mouse - something he hadn't really intended, when he'd given it to her. Somehow, he thought she'd get a few more hours of fun out of it before inevitably growing bored. He hadn't even realized she was at the solids stage just yet, though he'd assumed she'd enjoy the taste of blood just as much as the next wolf.

But it seemed like she'd eaten the mouse without a problem, so Murdock wasn't going to worry about it. He was just getting to like this new position as babysitter - he was done pretending that wasn't what he was doing - and he wasn't going to waste time fretting when he could be having fun instead.

"I'm gonna getchya!" he called after the tiny girl, eagerly giving chase. She was far too slow to escape his long legs, but he let her keep ahead of him for the fun of it, breathing sharp breaths on her hocks when he thought she was getting complacent.